I was just messing around with styles on this one, giving the reader the role of the Trust Fund Manager who the main character is speaking to. Have a good read and check me out on Twitter @CynicalMinister 🙂
It’s been two weeks since my husband’s untimely death, and I have yet to receive one phone call or notice from you or your secretary regarding Sean’s living will or trust funds.— Now I understand you we’re good friends with my husband, as you are also his trust find manager, so I see no good-enough reason for you to have not called me once you were informed of his death.
Don’t give me that disdainful look, as if you know me and what I’ve been through. Out of all the years you’ve known Sean, I’m sure he never told you about the abuse he put me through. All of the name calling, disrespect and accusations, I put up with his shit for six long years, and I think I deserve something for it, which is exactly why I’m here, to collect. After all, every woman should get hers. Putting up with men is like a shitty full-time job with little to no benefits. You wouldn’t understand.
You still think I’m some gold-digging, money-hungry bitch who’s more concerned with materials than the vows of marriage, or the meaning of Love and Relationships? Tell me, do you even know what it is, or do you just look at it as a temporary emotion felt while on top of a woman? Only those who have been victims to abusive relations know what it’s like to be in my shoes, as a woman who once loved, honored and gave damn near everything I had in the name of Love, only to be stepped on, used and abused by the one I loved.
Men, walking the streets all dressed up in their mask and costumes, portraying the role of a gentleman, tricking women into believing their games, not knowing of the long term psychological damages it will forever have on her, as it effects every other relationship she’ll ever have in the future. Humph, boys posing as men, and they’re all the same. And what do we—women— ask for, just love, loyalty and respect, and we can’t even get that. Instead, the dedicated, loving, hard-working wife gets treated like a slave, looked upon as inferior, then cheated on with some young dumb tramp with big breast, blonde hair and shit for brains. So I feel that at the end of it all, nobody deserves the rewards and remains more than I, the loving, dedicated wife, who took every bit of verbal, mental, and sometimes physical abuse, yet still laid next to him in bed for six years.
After breaking the fourth wall, you’ll see that no relationship or marriage is as it seems. In fact, nothing is, not even Sean’s death. To everyone else, Sean was a good man who became a victim, and the good die young, but upon closer observation once you step behind the scenes, you’d realize that it’s just karma, doing what it do. It was only a matter of time until Sean got what he deserved. Would you like to know what really happened? I’ll tell you. Continue Reading